The Wheels Come Off

At 6, we’re probably a little late on this one. By Boulder standards, Bode should be riding a fixie backwards by now.

My dad gave Bode the bike for his birthday back in Guatemala. But, most of the time since then it has been disassembled and tied to the roof rack. It was always a pain to take down and put together. Besides, the high Andes and crumbling colonial towns were not necessarily the best place to learn how to ride a bike.  That’s my excuse and I’m sticking with it.

Today it came down, got assembled and tuned up. After a one lap warm-up, Bode removed the training wheels himself.

It took exactly one push and that was it. He doesn’t need us anymore – he’s got his own ride.

Now, we have to find more room in the bus.

6 thoughts on “The Wheels Come Off

  • July 21, 2011 at 9:10 AM

    Guh — I feel a bit verklempt here!

  • July 21, 2011 at 5:58 PM

    Way to go, Bode! Be back in time for dinner.

    Take care & have fun!


  • July 21, 2011 at 8:48 PM

    Getting ready to do the same for my 5 yr old! Woohoo!! The freedom of a bicycle is hard to top. Have fun!

  • July 22, 2011 at 9:54 AM

    ready for the tour!

  • July 22, 2011 at 2:46 PM

    I didn’t learn to ride a bike until I was 7. I skipped training wheels and went straight from a big wheel to a pink Huffy cruiser. I also slow-motion hit the one pole in the middle of the parking lot in which I was learning.

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